Luyện nghe bài hát Kristi

Aw Lord baby, she got a flip
baby, I been smokin'
Been and it's so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the Gucci by my man Ferg, baby?
You a giant baby, you steppin' on these necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease left foot off baby
And put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby
And choke them harder, cause you's a dog
You's a, you's a fuckin' champ, these are baby
can't, they can't fuck with you baby, Lord

Racks on on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right)
G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a Maybach (smear)
Testin' that pussy Pap (smear)
eatin' that bitch the back (yeah)
rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it clap
I'm 'bout to write a letter,
'em I'm doin' way better (right)
"Plain Jane" the of the year
(yeah) I'm just chasin' the lettuce
I'm a Calvin model on billboards,
I did a campaign the fellas (right)
done gave me another deal and
Hennessy too, got cheddar (alright)
videos in the PJs (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin' me all these
clothes (right) momma just put it on
I run the like a relay, niggas gon' have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me, and Jam Jay for TJ

Goddamn,
it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
Cause that just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
Cause you just all over the fuckin' world this shit, baby
Niggas touch you

Trench coat mob is a Go-Go
You don't wanna see a pretty scene get
with the Lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen a fat bitch
Even my name is Denzel, no actin'
Pap-pap, puttin' everything inside a
that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch a prophylactic
I'm rappin', got no hard-on, double tappin'
From a city on coke and pistol-packin'
See you flaggin' and they what you lackin'
you out and then they act like nothin' happen
Amnesia got rid of the
Back in the hood where blowin' on reefer
I follow the light you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where checkin' my Visa, look

Nah baby, what kinda flip you got?
Is a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, the fuck
Nigga, you step it up
You need to get you a phone
Nigga you need to get one of these fuckin' Motorolas,
can't even track us, baby

Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk,
on my enemies, I ain't even tyin' up the pumps, huh
Imagine when I tie 'em up,
I shake 'em, they gon' need a crutch,
And I talkin' groupie bitches
When I say they got panties in a bunch
I'm talkin' niggas, I ain't talkin'
ain't talkin' figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my up
Tryna stay on You gon' have to step up
Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if make it get-up
Pull up to the place, her when we met up
Yeah, I'm gettin' buzz, but I let up
I seen a doctor, but I got my check up
Check up, up, check up, check up
I'm chess, you stuck on checkers
That's why gang can never check us
They take chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, up
I got a check on my (wait)
I'm track of time
Cause I don't tick or no tock (yup)